Insufferable
Davien shrugged and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "I'm afraid you'll have to tolerate it. I did say I was going to keep an eye on you until you got better."
"Doesn't mean you have to invade my personal space," she replied, glaring at him but it didn't seem to have any effect.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, shaking his head. "There's literally a table between us."
"And the sofa is empty and even more comfortable," she gestured toward it, and Davien shook his head.
"What if you need something? The closer I am, the better I can help you."
"Do you enjoy being insufferable?" she asked as she dug into her meal, glancing at him as she stabbed her fork into the meat.
"Why does it feel like you imagined my face while stabbing your food with the fork?" He asked instead, ignoring her question.